Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. It may or may not contain characters based on persons living or dead and may or not may contain actions completed by these same persons who may or may not have lived. The world where this story takes place is an alternate reality where sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies do not exist (no...
Derisive laughs and taunts filled the room, tunneling into my head. I knew I deserved them, I, a middle-aged mother and wife, had just used my tits to service a college kid who had done nothing but abuse me in front of his friends. I had never done that for my husband, the love of my life, but I had done it for him, a frat boy who probably didn't know my nam...
[This story of how I proceeded in a short-term program to improve my toilet habits and behavior contains frank discussion of bodily functions. If you find this offensive, please read no further. All characters are over 18.] Although I am mostly dominant, I do have a submissive part of me that occasionally craves to be taken in hand by a young, severe, attra...
I drove a yellow taxi in New York long before Uber, Lyft, Juno and so forth made the whole thing so app based. You had to hustle out there and know where to find passengers on your own. Also, there was no GPS to help you navigate. I had a map unfolded on the front seat and other maps in my bag. Our fleet was mostly Checkers, but we had one Chevrolet Impala...
"Well, I don't want to overstay my welcome," I said to Mel. Mel was kneeling in front of me on the floor of Sophie's room, Sophie herself on her elbows and knees suckling my tired penis. Sophie was wearing dark thigh-high stockings with no garter, and her mini skirt like a cummerbun. Mel's hand disappeared behind Sophie's heart-shaped behind to play with he...
PART IV - HOME FROM WORK I was suddenly snapped out of a daydream by the sight of two squirrels chasing each other across my backyard. The digital clock on the microwave read 11:57 AM; I needed to hurry. I turned from the kitchen window and got to work. After filling the coffee pot with water, I ground some fresh beans, turned the coffee maker on, and start...
Welcome, everyone. Thanks for checking out the story! This is 'At the Cabin', but despite its title, over time it became more than just a story about teens spending time at a cabin, because it became more about the characters than the setting as we expanded on their backstories, their families and the small town they live on. The story wasn't and isn't writt...
Their flight landed two hours later than it was scheduled. They had boarded late, then sat on the tarmac for an hour, and then bad weather prevented them from landing so they were in a holding pattern for another hour almost. Because the flight had encountered a lot of turbulence they hadn't been served dinner. They stopped at a steakhouse near the hotel an...
I've always had a thing for one of the girls at work, she is stunning and has a body to die for, nice long legs, firm pert breasts, curvy hips and an ass that some people would pay surgeons thousands to have. Everyone checks her out when she walks past but she acts like she doesnt know it and is, generally speaking a very nice girl, but she does have a wild...
It was hard for steve; he was the lowest of the low and used and abused by not only all in his group but by whoever paid his rental fee. A male slave of 19, usually just one in a group of hundreds but his 8-inch thick cock and boyish good looks made him one, which was accepted by the loan Masters and particularly the Mistresses. Whilst he got to break in t...